I went to the supermarket late this afternoon. I thought about relationships... and cheese.

The single Charlie has three types of cheese in the house: Extra sharp cheddar, pepper jack, and grated peccorino romano.

I didn't have anyone to suggest any other types of cheese in the supermarket. No one else was going to eat cheese in my apartment but me.... so I got the types I normally get.

In college, I went with someone I was dating to the Dominican Republic. The resort we stayed in had an all you can eat place--and one whole table dedicated to cheese. We started off our meals with whole platefuls of cheese. It was a special bond.

I would like someone else around to affect my cheese decisions--to spice things up a bit. An ex used to bring baby bel paise into the house. It was so conspicuous in my fridge--obviously not mine but a nice reminder of the presence of someone else around.